Early Whitney

you're so sensitive, 
you can feel a single hair curl while you're sleepin', 
and each fraction of a millimeter fingernail's growth. 
you show half a heart when you play euchre 
and i face the punching bag, and do what i'm told, 
but you stoop so low, 
to write a word in white pastel on a skull shaped gauge, 
you say: "i'm not myself without my challenger commemorative button 
on the chest of my brown down vest." 
you say: "coffee's turned my dark days into woody allen *long sigh* anxiety." 
you say: "hide in denver, and i remember montreal. i swear i'll write soon." 

don't encourage the wind; 
the candles will retire. 

the cumulative weight 
of all my chain letter curses. 
something about this 
is clowns with knives. 
an ambulance siren 
searching for an injured person. 
that ain't no god 
it's just a hedge on fire. 

that ain't no god 
it's just a burning bush. 

you're so sensitive, 
you can feel a single hair curl while you're sleepin', 
and each fraction of a millimeter fingernail's growth. 

don't encourage the wind; 
the candles will retire. 

the cumulative weight 
of all my chain letter curses. 
something about this 
is clowns with knives. 
an ambulance siren 
searching for an injured person. 
that ain't no god 
it's just a hedge on fire. 

that ain't no god that ain't no god that ain't no god...